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- Tennis Court
- Swimming pool
- Non-smoking rooms
- High-speed internet in room
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... decibels. Truly hideous! The golf course is deserted for the epic match-up. We hire clubs, buy a sufficient quantity of ammo and set off into the incongruous mix of green space and new (mostly empty) avenues of houses and apartments. We both play remarkably well but, suffice it to say, that Hilli wins... she succeeds in getting threes on three of the par 3 holes, including the seventeenth where she cements her win. The seventeenth ...
We drive to Balchik itself on a road which stays about a mile in from the sea along mostly limestone cliffs. It winds down through the town until it reaches a small harbour area. On one side of the harbour are rather decrepit industrial workings plus old fishing boats and, on the other, is the face of capitalist Bulgaria doing its best to mimic an Aegean village. We get a drink in a cafe just up from the tourist drag before setting off to try to find Queen Maria's Balchik ...
... a switch gets thrown, we pass into Bulgaria and, although the contours of the land remain dull, a far greater sense of care and organisation is clearly in evidence. It has a sort of Norfolk coast feel to it but with straight roads! Population is sparse and yet we pass a road sign directing us to the 'Lighthouse Golf Resort', our booked-in destination. And, sure enough, ten miles further on, there's a road to the left ...
... for that price.
So, we were pleasant to meet other party-people and having awesome nights with them.
I also went to Varna, 1. to go shopping in the Grand Mall (highly recommendable) and 2. to have a walk in the park. I wasn't that impressed; it was nice.
... certainly didn't get any culture. But we did see a little of the countryside from the bus window. The bus stopped a few times en route; mostly for the driver to have a fag break or buy live chickens that he'd later drop off with a friend, so random, so we caught a glimpse of some of the small towns, all seemingly in a desperate state of repair with pot-holes everywhere and quite a lot of graffiti. As we crossed the border however ...